I think my favorite part about dai is that iron bull, a professional spy whose name literally means liar, is like “I’m not even gonna TRY lying to something called the inquisition they’ll definitely find out” and blackwall, the guy who barely even knows the grey warden motto, is like “yeah I can pull this off”
Walmart parking lots are arguably the most humbling place to have a mental breakdown, sitting in your car with the radio turned up and people in minivans loading up discount beanbag chairs from the back shelf
there are no witnesses to a walmart parking lot breakdown, only bed fellows
Target on the other hand? Target knows your secrets, Targets been to your aunts house and seen the untouched couples dish set, it’s been to your best friends basement as she kisses that boy you don’t like
Targets seen you staring naked in the mirror and lamenting your existence, Target has walked with you to the end of the neighborhood for the first time and watched you learn to count to ten on the mailboxes
That strike of fear you feel in an exposed Target parking lot? Target is not a shadow but a window for the unfiltered eyes of God
one of the few crossdressing ducks that didn’t make me break out in hives, on account of not having been forced to do it for emasculating reasons or anything, it’s just a practical solution to daisy having too many obligations since they look exactly, and i mean exactly the same
one of those obligations was manning a kissing booth for charity and donald punching a catcaller in the face escalates into guys just fucking lining up to get decked by a cute little duck
Went to see a stage version of Neverwhere tonight. The bar had created a “signature drink” they called the London Above. It was tea. It was literally just tea.
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